Hello! This is my second story and I hope you like it. The inspiration for this story came from a show called Ghost Adventures. I was watching this show and then an idea popped into my head. And then I couldn't shake the idea off. So here you go! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: everybody already knows I am not Cassandra Clare.

CPOV

"Clary, wake up." Someone whispered in my ear. I slapped the person away and pulled the covers over my head. I didn't want to wake up. I had been having an awesome dream about me being able to sing and I ended up being the most famous person EVER. I was even more famous than Elvis and Madonna put together.

Someone pulled the covers, causing them to fall to the floor. I kicked the person and put my pillow over my head. Why can't I sleep more? And who's in my room? It's certainly not Jocelyn.

"Clary, you're going to be late for school." The person kept whispering.

I opened my eyes to find Luke. He was a family friend and practically my father since my real one died before I was born. Luke's Jocelyn's one and only friend he's my friend too. Just not my only friend.

"Hi Luke! Where's my mom?" I asked. Jocelyn's the one who usually wakes me up. But Luke wakes me up when Jocelyn is either out of town or sick. She's never left me alone when she heads out of town so she must be sick. Which is weird because Jocelyn's never been sick. And I mean NEVER. Come to think of it, that seems even weirder. Hmmm…

"She, um, had to visit an old friend who was sick." He answered helping me out of bed. I wonder who. I've never met any of Jocelyn's other friends. Actually, I thought Luke was her only friend. She's never really mentioned anybody else.

"What old friend? You're Mom's only friend. Why didn't she tell me?" I asked.

"Just an old friend from high school who came to visit. Of course I'm not your mom's only friend. She has a lot of friends. They just don't live that close by. She didn't tell you because she didn't want to wake you up. They called at three in the morning. Now hurry up and get ready. I called Simon so he can pick you up." He said.

As I got ready, I thought more about how Luke's explanation didn't make sense. Jocelyn said she hadn't made it to high school. If Jocelyn did have more friends, she would have mentioned them. Even if they lived really far away. Jocelyn knows I don't mind her waking me up at night (or in this case, morning) to tell me something. She would either tell me or leave me a note or take me with her. Should I call her? And why did Luke call Simon to pick me up? Why can't he take me?

A car honk broke me away from my thoughts. Simon was here.

"Clary, Simon's here!" Luke yelled from the kitchen. I was starting to get a little suspicious about Luke. What if he kidnapped my mom? I know Luke would never do that but still, what if he did?

"Coming!" I yelled back as I grabbed a brush and quickly brushed through my hair. It didn't really do much to help my hair but oh well. I've never really cared about how my hair looks in public like other girls. I'm just weird like that.

I raced down the stairs, said good-bye to Luke, and ran out the door.

Simon's van was waiting for me outside in the parking lot. I hopped in as he said "Hey Clary! Luke told me you needed a ride to school, so I came. Ready?"

"Yeah, let's go." I said. I hate school, but, luckily, today was the last day of school. I just don't like people making fun of me. If you ask the people, the boys will tell you "Oh, you mean that art geek?" and the girl will say "You mean that short kid?" I don't necessarily care what they think, but it still hurts when they say it to my face. Especially everyday when you're in the hall when you're minding your own business.

"So, why'd Luke ask me to give you a ride?" Simon asked.

"He says Jocelyn's out of town visiting a sick old friend. I, honestly, don't believe him because Jocelyn would've at least left a note or called or something." I exclaimed.

"So you think he might've kidnapped her?" Simon asked.

"That's exactly what I thought! But I trust Luke so I know he didn't kidnap her. What other reason might Jocelyn have left without telling me?" I asked him.

"Let's see. She could be running from the cops because of an old crime that she did. She could've gone in hiding because some old lover went crazy after she left him (or her, you never know) and wants revenge. Or, she could simply be visiting an old friend who really is sick." Simon said giving me the "duh" look. I get that look a lot.

"Okay, okay. I'll trust Luke. But something still smells fishy about this whole situation." I said. I know Jocelyn would've called by now. She always has when there's an emergency. Even when I've spent the night at Simon's, she'd call every half an hour to check up on me and make sure me and Simon weren't "doing" anything. I'd always tell her to go clean her dirty mind and that me and Simon were only friends.

"That's probably just our equipment in the back. Are you coming to our gig to that new Pandemonium club tonight?" Simon asked.

"Sure. So, what's the band name gonna be called this time?" I asked. Simon's and can't choose a name for their band so they're constantly changing it. The last name they picked was called Flaming Ninjas.

"Today we are called…Blueberry Fist!" he said.

"Wow, that's a really stupid name. Who got to make it up this time? Eric? No, I know, Kirk!" I said.

"Nope. It was none other than…" he drummed his fingers on the dashboard. "Me!"

"Surprise, surprise. Anyways, I'll have to ask Luke if I can go. I'm pretty sure he'll say yes. He's not like Jocelyn." I said.

"Well, we can call him after school to see if he'll let you go. And if he doesn't, you can sneak out the window." I looked up and saw a boy watching me. The boy had golden features. Beautiful, silky blond hair and even golden eyes. Why was he watching me? There were plenty of pretty girls walking by for him to watch. I wasn't anything special.

"What is it?" Simon asked looking at the boy blankly. How could he not see him? He even waved. I checked behind me to make sure he was waving at us and not anybody else. Nobody was behind me.

"I'll be right back." I murmured and was headed to go ask the boy what his problem was, but then realized that was a bad idea. For all I know, he could be a stalker, rapist, murderer, or all of the above. No chances.

I quickly turned and headed for the cafeteria, where everybody hung out before the bell rang. There would be a lot of witnesses around if he tried anything.

The bell had already rung when I got there. People were leaving the cafeteria. That's my cue. I noticed the boy was still watching me. Not just watching me, he was coming over to where I was. Oh no! I was too stunned to move. Soon, everybody left the cafeteria and I was alone with the boy.

"Hello, can you really see me?" he asked.

"H-hi. Of course I can see you. Why wouldn't I be able to see you?" I asked. I noticed he had strange tattoos swirling down from his arm sleeves. They looked familiar somehow. Where have I seen those before?

"So you really are a shadowhunter." He whispered. Shadowhunter? What was that?

"Shadowhunter? If that's some kind of strip club you think you saw me dancing at, then you're horribly mistaken." I said. Now it made sense! He thought I was some kind of stripper! I don't know whether to be offended or flattered. Wait, that didn't come out right…

"No, no! Trust me, if I saw someone as…" he stopped himself all of a sudden and looked away from me. I thought I saw him blush but wasn't really sure. Then, what he'd said been saying finally sunk in. my face fell. I knew how he would've finished that sentence. If I saw someone as ugly as you I would've remembered.

I felt my eyes water as we stood there awkwardly in the cafeteria.

"Why are you crying?" he asked suddenly worried. Why was he worried? And how does he not know why I'm crying?

"Because you were about to call me ugly!" I explained and pushed past him. I'd forgotten about my classes. I was going to be late! Then I'd get grilled by Jocelyn (whenever she comes back) for being late.

"I never called you ugly!" he said matching my pace. He was so tall! And I was so short!

"Who are you anyways?" I asked trying to change the subject away from my ugliness.

"My name is Jace and I'm a shadowhunter." He said.

"You're a stripper?" I practically yelled. He didn't seem like the stripper type. I guess I'm horrible at reading people. Simon had mentioned it once.

"No! A shadowhunter is not a stripper! A shadowhunter hunts demons!"

So, what'd you think? Shall I continue? And for people reading my other story, I'll try to update as fast as I can and I'm SO sorry! Hope you guys forgive me